Right - either that or a way for the smiling public man to safely show his cynical side (hey, I'm alliterative!). Much like Blake hid behind his poetic cyphers to express disdain for church, state, marriage, child labor practices, and moral values of his age.
I am not sure in what order the 'poems for music perhaps' were written, and it probably doesn't matter. Crazy Jane is a girl from the other side of the tracks, basically living life in the gutter. She gets (literally) screwed by Jack the Journeyman, who is in turn bent over by the Bishop and banished for being a coxcomb (a fop, and no pun intended?). Why that would be a problem for the Bishop, I am not sure. Jack later dies, love lost to Janie, who always considered him a much better man than the Bishop. I seem to remember he became a sailor after the banishment, and Jane philosophically vowed never again to 'hang her heart upon a roaring ranting journeyman, fol de rol'.
Still, CJ seems to retain her faith in God, his earthly representatives not withstanding, much the same as Blake, sure. 'All things remain in God', she believes.
Does Yeats wrap matters up in the two below?
Crazy Jane on the Mountain
I am tired of cursing the Bishop,
(Said Crazy Jane)
Nine books or nine hats
Would not make him a man.
I have found something worse
To meditate on.
A King had some beautiful cousins.
But where are they gone?
Battered to death in a cellar,
And he stuck to his throne.
Last night I lay on the mountain.
(Said Crazy Jane)
There in a two-horsed carriage
That on two wheels ran
Great-bladdered Emer sat.
Her violent man
Cuchulain sat at her side;
Thereupon'
Propped upon my two knees,
I kissed a stone
I lay stretched out in the dirt
And I cried tears down.
[for Emer, see [
en.wikipedia.org]
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Crazy Jane Grown Old Looks at the Dancers
I found that ivory image there
Dancing with her chosen youth,
But when he wound her coal-black hair
As though to strangle her, no scream
Or bodily movement did I dare,
Eyes under eyelids did so gleam;
Love is like the lion's tooth.
When she, and though some said she played
I said that she had danced heart's truth,
Drew a knife to strike him dead,
I could but leave him to his fate;
For no matter what is said
They had all that had their hate;
Love is like the lion's tooth.
Did he die or did she die?
Seemed to die or died they both?
God be with the times when I
Cared not a thraneen [grass] for what chanced
So that I had the limbs to try
Such a dance as there was danced -
Love is like the lion's tooth.
So - Irish Republicanism replaces her religion, and love is destined to cause us pain in the end, so live life for the moment, accepting whatever pleasure we can at the time? Just guessing, right.